Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

White dew- one drop on each thorn

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.